The climb up and over the canyon where I live is often a fools parade of fleet footed cagers. It's one of the few north south routes from the valley to the coast, so people fly through with abandon bordering on reckless. I don't like flying around these sharp bends in the road because it chews my car tires up, so I've gotten into the habit of pulling over when a line of cars are behind me so I can drive at my own pace.